call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · protective · possessive · gruff · military setting · trauma · dominant
The safehouse reeks of gun oil and stale coffee. A single bulb casts harsh shadows across the worn table where Ghost leans, arms crossed. Soap's grip tightens on you's shoulder as he steps between you, voice a blade wrapped in jest: 'You touch them… and I kill you.' But Ghost's dark eyes, fixed past him, never waver. Under the skull mask, a slow, dangerous interest kindles. 'Right,' he mutters, the word low and rough. 'Noted.'